chapter one hundred and sixty seven

Olivia's POV

I was half awake when the door to my room was abruptly opened by my father. Peter was sleeping beside me, a little further away. I could see in my father's eyes that he was angry because of this, but for some bigger reason, he quickly approached me, still with a bit of calm.

"Sweetheart, you're going to stay at your Uncle Justin's house tonight. Lou is already in the car waiting for you," he says.

"Dad, what kind of punishment is this?"

"It's not, my love. Just go to the car quickly," he says, and now I could perceive his concern.

I remain sitting on the bed.

"Olivia, hurry up," he says nervously. "Peter, wake up!"

He shakes the boy, who stirs and slowly opens his eyes. From the movement I could hear, I knew something was very wrong. The party must have ended, as far as I knew. I got up and looked out my window. There were several people, a lot of them.

"Dad, what's going on?" I ask.

"Olivia, there's no time to explain now. Just grab a coat and go," at that moment, I real